@z00kept It hurts. His leg does anyways. He limps into the apartment with a heavy groan, hazy eyes searching for the other. "Ty-gra." he mumbles, searching. Ah well, if he can't find him, he's just going to collapse on the couch, and wait for him to come back.
Tygra had been in the shower. A mess in the kitchen transformed to filth upon fur and there was no reason to keep it in such condition. Hot water only penetrating layers as fingers groom through. Half a bottle of shampoo would do but it would take almost an entire bottle of conditioner to get the silky smooth texture so highly desired. However, water is immediately shut off upon hearing his name weakly called from the living room. Daiki was home from work? Odd.
With a towel wrapped around waist, and another being rubbed through unfinished coat - Tygra would head to the source. “Something the matter?” Some concern peaked with the question. The pain on significant other’s face was clear, but in honesty, the tiger would be unsure how to help. “What can I do for you?”